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BROKE UP BUT DONT WANT TO BE
Posted by: THAT 06BOSS (---.proxy.aol.com)
Date: September 09, 2021 07:55PM
HAVE ANY ONE OUT THERE BROKE UP BUT YOU STILL LOVE THAT PERSON
Re: BROKE UP BUT DONT WANT TO BE
Posted by: Nio (---.216-194-7-46.nyc.ny.metconnect.net)
Date: September 09, 2021 11:14PM
Sure, who hasn't...time erases the pain though, hold in there, and you never know...things change...
Re: BROKE UP BUT DONT WANT TO BE
Posted by: Talia (---.dialsprint.net)
Date: September 10, 2021 12:25PM
Breakin' up is hard to do!
Re: BROKE UP BUT DONT WANT TO BE
Posted by: ellen (213.40.3.---)
Date: September 11, 2021 03:16PM
Certainly
It's part of life I'm afraid.
Unrequited love it sure is hard but it does get easier through time.
It's part of life I'm afraid.
Unrequited love it sure is hard but it does get easier through time.
Re: BROKE UP BUT DONT WANT TO BE
Posted by: IanB (---.tnt11.mel1.da.uu.net)
Date: September 11, 2021 07:30PM
Maybe focusing on someone else's drama will help:
YOU DO NOT WANT ME, ZORAH
You do not want me, Zorah
Is it because I am maimed?
Yet Tamour-Leng was maimed,
Going on crippled feet,
And he conquered the vast of the world.
You do not want me, Zorah
Is it because I am maimed?
Yet I have one arm to fight for you,
One arm to crush you to my rough breast,
One arm to break men for you.
It was to shield you from the Khargis
That I drag this stump in the long days.
It has been so with my women;
They would have made you a toy for heat.
After their chief with his axe once swinging
Cut my left arm, that, severed, bloody and dead,
Yet struggled on the ground trying to guard you,
I have had pain for long in my arm that’s lost.
Since the silk nets of your grape-lustrous eyes
Ensnared this heart that did not try to guard,
Ever I have had a great pain in my heart that’s lost.
You do not want me, Zorah.
- E.P.Mathers
- Translated from the Kazack poem of the Chief Gahuan-Beyg (1850-1885)
YOU DO NOT WANT ME, ZORAH
You do not want me, Zorah
Is it because I am maimed?
Yet Tamour-Leng was maimed,
Going on crippled feet,
And he conquered the vast of the world.
You do not want me, Zorah
Is it because I am maimed?
Yet I have one arm to fight for you,
One arm to crush you to my rough breast,
One arm to break men for you.
It was to shield you from the Khargis
That I drag this stump in the long days.
It has been so with my women;
They would have made you a toy for heat.
After their chief with his axe once swinging
Cut my left arm, that, severed, bloody and dead,
Yet struggled on the ground trying to guard you,
I have had pain for long in my arm that’s lost.
Since the silk nets of your grape-lustrous eyes
Ensnared this heart that did not try to guard,
Ever I have had a great pain in my heart that’s lost.
You do not want me, Zorah.
- E.P.Mathers
- Translated from the Kazack poem of the Chief Gahuan-Beyg (1850-1885)
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